The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Your style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, snatch your status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could them But I got enough to make my own top ten
You limited like the spread of You bite my off the radio So you speak you bet I hear the static You chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, Norrises One of my bar rhymes is eight of your choruses Of it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve indispicuous Gotcha, on your hands and Ain't it about time for real emcees?
The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova
Uh, we on a hunt When you see me comin', I front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about To say the least, with a violent It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get me My don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to my career, Nelly? Well, you can if you don't exist, huh
I think it's 'bout we stop these pop rappers Fuck pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me Does it matter to My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, Let these bitch ass know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you at the end of they days
Let me you, let's give hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty That'll send a message to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your done fell out You don't even how I told you I wasn't talkin' you then But I'm about you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one right through Even St. don't like you